Kampala/Munyono – Monday August 6th

Today turned out to be a bit of a non event. I had intended hopping on one of those combi minibuses and traveling into the city centre. If you know anything about them then you will know that they are the staple mode of transport throughout Africa – always way overcrowded and always driven like crazy.

There are thousands of them in Kampala alone, as there are in every city, town and village in Uganda. I have never experienced one from the inside and I was feeling a bit “what the heck” in wanting to travel by one.

However my hosts told me that there were protests and riots in the city and that it would be best if I stayed away. Reluctant, but willing to err on the side of caution, I took their advice. Apparently there has been a reaction to the imposition of a tax on on social media messaging but perhaps it’s best that I touch on this later.

In any event by early afternoon the heavens opened up and the rain thundered to the ground in bucketfuls like I have never seen.

Perhaps it was as well that I wasn’t caught out in it. It continued well into the night and I was glad that I was not motorbiking today.

As darkness fell the electricity went off and power in the whole area was knocked out by the storm.

Nonetheless I was still fed with some of the best fried chicken that I have ever tasted – obviously cooked as usual over the charcoal stove…